Let us go, you and I, on a journey from the macro to the micro; more specifically, from the laity to the Enthusiast.
The average viewer, with no interest in or perhaps violent distaste for the Dead, would notice Garcia. “Hey, that’s Hairy Mendoza, the lead singer,” they would say, and go back to listening to Taylor Swift or Facechatting or setting churches on fire: whatever the teens are into these days.
One who knew the Dead on a casual basis would recognize Bobby, but be confused by the sockless moccasins.
Another, who styled herself a Deadhead, might know that Bobby was secretly a golfer. The true juice, she thinks, is in Mickey’s spandex-and-tube-socks combination.
We know different, don’t we? We know that Mickey achieved full Mickception with his choice of shirt. Yes, he’s wearing a shirt from the band he’s in–classic Mickey–but it’s from a tour he wasn’t on. That’s legendary Mickey. What he’s done here is the Triple Lindy of wearing your own band’s shirt.